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EdgeIsTooSexy said:TVC 15....does it stand for something? thats pretty random
TVC 15 is the name of a David Bowie song.
EdgeIsTooSexy said:TVC 15....does it stand for something? thats pretty random
EdgeIsTooSexy said:TVC 15....does it stand for something? thats pretty random
phillyfan26 said:
Yeah, as Cori said, it's a David Bowie song. It's got completely non-sensical lyrics (the entire thing was written while Bowie was on crack) but still kicks ass. I love the title.
(Also, it's always spoken as T V C one five, not T V C fifteen.)
elevated_u2_fan said:
3 pages and not a single mention of "My Baloney has a first name"???
For shame people, for shame
Varitek said:the tourist sleeps with his guitar, and brings it into the hot tub with him.
Varitek said:the tourist sleeps with his guitar, and brings it into the hot tub with him.
DaveC said:I named my first guitar after the girl who inspired me to start playing.
And this thread has inspired me to tell the story, but rather than bore the shit out of all of you, I'm going to post it in my journal where nobody will see it.
ETA: Fuck that, it's 2:30 am. The short version: My guitar's name is Sarah, and I started cause she had a boyfriend who played guitar in a band - I had a crush on her (she turned out to be my first serious crush - as close to love as I could have gotten at 14-15 years old, it lasted about 3 years) at church camp, and I decided to learn to play her a love song by the end of the week. Well, the only two songs I could find the chords to were Pride and I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For, so they were the first two I learned. I played ISHFWILF, and it sort of worked. At the time she told me it was great, that I should keep playing, but that she didn't feel the same - I found out about five years later when we ran into each other again, that it was the sweetest thing anybody'd ever done for her, and that the only thing holding her back from kissing me at the time was the boyfriend back home. She said she had a crush on me for a couple years too, but decided to keep it a secret because it would complicate things too much for her.
Anyways, after camp I decided to stick with it, and after a year and a half of playing my dad's ancient piece-'o-shit classical guitar, I got an electric for Christmas and named it after Sarah.
I ran into her again about a month before Christmas when she came into the store where I work, she was with her boyfriend (not the same one), and he gave me the look of death - I think she'd told him about me, because when she introduced us, he could tell we were old friends, and he had a sort of shock of recognition on his face when he heard my name, so he dragged her off pretty fast. That was the last time I saw her.
That turned out to be a lot longer than I thought it would be. Good night.
LemonMelon said:Yes, I know. I'm just terrible at naming things.
Galeongirl said:
mah guitar!
I haven't named it tho...
LemonMelon said:Yes, I know. I'm just terrible at naming things.
LemonMelon said:
Stop being a hypocrite and name it already! Otherwise you are no better than I.
LemonMelon said:I have never named a guitar. It's wood, people.
phillyfan26 said:Pete the Chop